The tall, Teifling man lean upon the far corner of the log inn, seemingly speaking to himself as he fidgets.. his tail twitching nervously...

"No ma'am... yes- I'm sorry- I- NO!"

With a small jolt of fear his clawed hands clung to his porcelain mask as he he slowly slid down the wall to a sitting position, shaking as his tail instincutally wrapped around his leg...

nobody paid any mind to him, but you... the bartender of the inn.